I got a new belt for Christmas!
Actually, I got a really old belt that Mike Anthony, an old friend of our family who recently passed away, had brought back from the Soviet Union. It really sets off the kilt:
For Christmas I helped my mom out in the kitchen (the woman is incredible, seriously). We made pozole and tamales and fruit salad and chutney and cheddar biscuits and then I lapsed into a diabetic coma and forget what else.
Happy Boxing Day, eh?